RAIN IN SUMMER (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, ...
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, ...
"Dark eyes are dearer far Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell." Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,-the domain Of ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...
The stinging nettle only Will still be found to stand: The numberless, the lonely, The thronger of the land, The ...
Be not proud, but now incline Your soft ear to discipline; You have changes in your life, Sometimes peace, and ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
I Once, only once, I saw it clear, -- That Eden every human heart has dreamed A hundred times, but ...
At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
Not in the solitude Alone may man commune with heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the ...
What shall I render to Thy name Or how Thy praises speak? My thanks how shall I testify? O Lord, ...
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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